Luyện nghe bài hát Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs

[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why don't you to my room
Had of being fucked by business
Ain't to fund my habits
Looks alcohol so grab it

Had of being uncool
Loosen up like all the do
Like a lumberjack in my
a bottle or two tonight

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs

Some and ferascas
And a new philosophy
I know too much about him
He knows how to make it

a stash that's supremo
He's got any going
I took out an ad in Times
Got to up with the new world

oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the
Because oh, oh, I'm a

Forget social status
up misfit
We can be so
Where you say a word
Because we're so cool, we're

Okay, there it is, up

Looking through all my
in the South
Got a in the promised land
Until my Daddy the gold

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, for the dreadlocks of the suburbs
'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you now

The things change, the more they stay the same [x4]